— You walked slowly through the banker's corridors, looking through the doors of the rooms before stopping in front of the door to Donatello's laboratory

It seemed like a lie when you got pregnant. in the middle of the apocalypse, Donatello barely had time to spend with you but during a small slip, a single night in which you and he allowed yourself to put aside all obligations and just enjoy each other, you got pregnant, well, Donatello didn't know yet, that was the reason why you were in front of your laboratory

you took a deep breath, opening the door and entering. Donatello's tall figure with his back to the door, typing and checking all the monitors around him. He stopped, noticing the sound of the door closing and looking at you over his shoulder

—" do you need something, My love? "—Donatello speaks, his tone tired and drawn out but still trying to keep a certain affection behind his words, his lips curved in a weak smile as he turned in the chair, now fully facing you